A/N- Hey Everyone, because a certain site is being very very very very very difficult right now, my updates have been screwed up and I tried to fix them over several days to no avail. Will probably transfer everything to a03 soon.
Klaus was trying to not feel like a perve.
But when he was watching Caroline recline on a bed in nothing but a black chemise that was hitched up around her hips while she held a massage wand to her pussy?
It was hard- a lot like his cock.
The only thing covering her breasts was the black lace that left a rather large v down to her stomach and he wonders why he thought turning up to set this evening was a good idea.
After all, this was one of the situations where he was essentially irrelevant.
The Devil- or Katherine, as Caroline insisted on calling her- had come up with a range of video ideas that would both advertise her products and draw viewers to the site.
Self-love videos, where Caroline used the toys Katherine provided to masturbate for the camera and show viewers how they were used.
Klaus had to admit it was a good idea.
The target audience they were after- the vanilla scented candles- were the ones who were very tentative viewers of porn, going to free sites and having to search long and hard for sex that wasn't disgusting, degrading or with excessive anal. These were women who wanted to find pleasure in watching porn and wanted to experiment with sex but needed the confidence to do so.
Their site, Mystic would provide that, with a few free videos and then the better stuff behind a paywall. Caroline and he would do videos showing them how to use products safely and then there would be a link to Katherine's online store which offered discreet shipping and packaging.
Essentially, right now, Caroline was as commercialized as one could get in porn.
And that still wasn't hurting Klaus' hard-on any.
Thankfully, he's wearing jeans that prevent him from tenting so he doesn't look like an unprofessional dick- even though he apparently has one- and when Caroline finishes with a fake climax ten minutes later, he hands her a glass of water as she lies back on her bed.
"Doing great love." he tells her, as she pants and trembles,
"That's my third toy today," she groaned, "I'm dying here."
He winces sympathetically, "Can I get you something?"
She gestures to the bedside table, "Spanish fly, chocolate flavouring."
He reaches into the draw and sees that the lubricants, oils and enhancers were all standing neatly, he picks up the little bottle and presses the dropper,
"Lift up your tongue," he instructs, kneeling on the bed beside her and she grins, opening her mouth in a perfect circle and curling back her tongue. He squeezes two drops under her tongue. "That's a pet," He praises her, tapping her jaw closed with his thumb, "Twenty minutes and you'll be good to go."
She pouts sexily, leaning on her elbows, "I have to change into my next outfit," she glances at the pile on the table out of view of the cameras that Katherine had sent over, "What's your favourite one?" she asks with feigned, wide-eyed innocence and he bends closer, letting the denim scrape her outer thigh and she bites her lip at the sensation,
"On you?" he responds, his voice a husky growl, "Anything that comes off quickly."
A pointed throat-clearing catches their attention and Luke taps his fingernails on his tablet,
"Do we need to turn the camera back on? Because if you two are going to give in to sexual tension, I'd prefer we make money off it."
Klaus grins, "We're fine, mate, just a bit of banter between two bisexuals."
"Right," Luke clicks his tongue in obvious disapproval, "Well, the site goes live in less than a fortnight and we still have three scripts to…hang on," his head shoots up as Klaus' words finally sink in, "You're bi?!"
Klaus throws him a teasing wink and climbs off the bed, heading to the table and grabbing the first thing he can reach, a red soft corset with rose pattern,
"You'd look stunning in this, love." He says to Caroline, dropping it on the bed and she begins scooting down to get to her feet.
Three hours later, the crew is making their way out the door, Luke still nattering on about how many more scripts they have to do and whether Caroline's kitchen will be big enough for the maid scene and Klaus pretty much pushes him into the hallway and locks the door in his face.
After they'd finished filming, he'd ordered Chinese take-out for everyone and begins clearing up the plates as she falls backwards onto her couch, she'd thrown on a pink silk kimono that barely touched her knees and Klaus is getting a pretty good view of what it was supposed to be covering. However, in their line of work, modesty quickly went out the window, occasionally it made a token appearance on a new set or if they were doing a new scene, but with their crew and in Caroline's apartment, it had become a distant acquaintance.
"You got work tomorrow?" he asks, sitting down on the couch and placing her feet in his lap and she nods, "Yeah, but it's a night-time schedule for some reason."
She finishes with a yawn, "You know, I don't think I could have another climax tonight, even if I wanted to."
He chuckles at that, "Something every man dreams of hearing."
She brings her heel down on his lap and he grunts but there's not enough force to cause actual pain.
"You did well, sweetheart," he offers as encouragement, "Think of all those future women who'll be able to get off on toys thanks to your hard work."
She puts a hand on her forehead, "Who knew I'd do my part for the sexual revolution?"
He pats her legs and checks his phone, "I should head off…"
"Wait," Caroline interrupts him, lifting her head to meet his gaze, "Do you think the site will be ready to launch in two weeks? Like, seriously, ready?"
Klaus pauses and settles back into the couch, "We already delayed a month so we'd have time to perfect the site, deal with any glitches and publicize more, we've got the videos we want to have pirated onto free sites to garner attention to ours, we've got a lot of videos up and ready…what more is there to do?"
Caroline huffs, "I don't know, it's just…I want everything to be perfect, you know?"
He shrugs, "And I get that, love, but you've gone over everything with a fine-tooth comb and had me doublecheck to make absolutely sure, I think, aside from the videos we're going to keep making while we stagger releases to keep the audience, there's nothing more to do until we can start looking for investors and generating revenue."
"What about my ideas for another couple?" she suggested, "You know, we should really cater to a diverse audience."
He rubs the ball of her left foot to try and comfort her, "And I agree, but right now you and I are working for free because we're invested in this, I don't think we're going to find two other actors who'll be willing to work in the hopes of a future cheque."
She lies back down with a groan, "You're right."
He pinches her big toe, "And you're thorough, which is a good thing."
He stands up and leans over to kiss her forehead, "Try to get some sleep tonight," he takes out his wallet and checks the symbol on the pill before setting it on the coffee table, "This'll help."
"What if we're not ready?" Caroline blurts out, startling the woman who was six feet away from her and earning her a look of confusion and concern. Thankfully, she was quickly ushered away by the shop assistant who wanted to process her sale and close-up the store.
Meanwhile, Katherine who is standing on the other side of the clothes rack raises her head,
"Are you talking to me?" she asks, barely paying attention as she held up two costumes, comparing them, before putting one back and resuming her search,
"Yeah," Caroline continues, "What if the site isn't ready to launch? What if we need to do more videos, more publicity, or branch out and include another couple…"
"How many times have you had this conversation?" Katherine interrupts, draping one outfit over her arm and glancing up with a questioning glance.
Caroline's eyes dart down to her white heels in chagrin, "Like, two dozen times."
"And did anyone agree with you?" she asks, turning to the accessories shelf, her red peignoir lifting to reveal the black lace bra, thong and garters underneath.
"No." Caroline confesses and Katherine turns back to her with a satisfied smirk.
"Then the site is probably ready to launch," She says triumphantly, "I presume there'll be a pre-launch party?"
Caroline grins, "Yes, and yes, you're invited."
"Wonderful," she then turns on her heel and begins sashaying over to the dressing room as the last assistant left for the day. "Now, try these on for me."
Caroline followed her into the small area and began pulling off her clothes, giving Katherine a pointed look as the other woman blatantly stared,
"Want me to wait outside?" she offers and Caroline gives it a moment thought before shaking her head,
"It's fine," she says, "I might need your help getting these costumes on…and off."
Katherine grins and leans against the entrance, not bothering to close the wooden door seeing as it was only the two of them in the store.
Caroline had the naughty maid scene with Nik and it had somehow gone from her in the kitchen into about an hour-long scene that was supposed to involve two costumes and two 'days'.
First, she needed the 'modest' maid outfit.
Which was a grey, skin tight dress that ended an inch below her hips, exposing most of the grey thong that came with it, with white fishnet stocks attached to the skirt by garter belts and a white apron that tied in a bow at the back. There was a decorative collar that highlighted her breasts and a tiny button between them that kept them from bursting out of the costume.
Caroline struggled to slip the button into its hole and ran a hand through her hair, deciding not to put on the white lace headband that would complete the outfit.
Three things had to be determined when using a costume for a porn shoot.
One- would her co-star/s be able to access her breasts, pussy and bum with ease?
Two- could she walk, breathe and have a decent range of movement?
Three- was it sexy?
Admittedly, the order of those requirements tended to change depending on the director of the shoot, but Caroline was pretty much in charge of her costumes at the moment, which meant she could prioritize how she saw fit.
Right now, she was pretty sure she was checking all the boxes. Especially if the heated look Katherine was giving her in the mirror was any indication.
She definitely needs to check her range of movement though, so she bends over, touching her toes and straightens up to stretch her arms high above her head.
"What'd you think?" she asks Katherine, turning around to face her, pulling innocently at the hem, "Will it work?"
Katherine bites her lip, as if thinking and raises her eyes, "I'm not sure," she murmurs, shrugging slowly and her peignoir slides off her shoulders, pooling to the floor and Caroline runs her eyes over the tiny scrap of black lace and ribbon masquerading as Katherine's thong.
"Let me get a closer look."
She steps into the small area, into Caroline's space and holds up her hands, "May I?"
Caroline nods and Katherine puts her hands on her shoulders, trailing down until she was palming Caroline's breasts, "We should make sure your nipples show through the material,"
She begins rubbing them in small circles and Caroline swallows, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as Katherine pinches her nipples, causing them to pebble and she gives a smouldering smile,
"Perfect," she whispers, "But can you take it off?"
Caroline presses on the button between her breasts and it slips free of its hook, "I think so?" she simpers, taking the collar and pulling it down, over her chest and stomach, down to her grey thong and stockings, which unroll as she goes until she's completely naked.
Arousal pools in her stomach and she feels it between her folds as Katherine takes the next outfit off the coat hook.
"Now, try this on." She orders and Caroline turns around to face the mirror, seeing her flushed cheeks and Katherine's chocolate orbs on her.
The 'slutty' maid outfit is a black chemise that had a built-in push-up bra with a regular strap at the back and a short skirt that completely exposed her bum, gathering into a bow to be tied at her lower back. And that was all the material that covered her back, there was a white triangle under her breasts that had a black satin bow and three buttons, and vertical, mesh gusset fell over her stomach to fall just past her inner thighs, but otherwise, miles and miles of skin were exposed.
"Oops," Katherine grinned as Caroline slipped it over her arms and hooked the bra, tying the bow messily behind her, "I forgot to give you the thong."
She sidles forward until her lace clad breasts are pressing against Caroline's practically bare back and her face appears in the mirror, her chin almost on her shoulder, "Never mind," she sighs, running a finger down over the side of Caroline's stomach left bare by the chemise until she reaches the hem of the skirt, "Shall I describe it for you?" she asks, her breath hot in Caroline's ear and she gives a shaky nod.
Taking the skirt between thumb and forefinger, she folds it back and reaches around with her other hand, "The triangle starts here," she murmurs, touching the smooth skin just above her folds, before slipping down to her clit, "And covers this," she continues, the pad of her finger rubbing the pearl and Caroline whimpers, pressing against her hand, "But it comes with a little hole," Katherine reveals, as her fingers slide between her thighs, "Which sits right…here."
Two fingers push into Caroline's vagina and she gasps, her pussy clenching around the fingers as they begin to pump in and out, "Do you like that?" Katherine hisses, "Do you want a thong with a gap so you can be touched without having to take it off?"
Caroline moans, riding her hand and tilts her head back, her hair falling down over Katherine's shoulder, "Now, now," Katherine teased, curling her fingers, "Look in the mirror, you have to know what you look like for the shoot, after all."
Caroline licked her lips, swallowed and lowered her head to stare into the mirror, entranced by her own eyes as Katherine's hand sped up, her thumb reaching up to rub her clit and she climaxes with a gasp, her walls clenching and her thighs quivering as Katherine cupped her, letting her come down from her high.
"So," Katherine began as she slid her fingers free, "Should I get the thong?"
Caroline pivoted slowly on her white heels, and ran her eyes over Katherine, making sure the other woman knew that she was undressing her in her mind,
"I don't want that thong," she said with a pout, reaching down, she hooks a finger into one of the strings of Katherine's thong, "I want this one,"
She hooks a second finger into the string on the other hip and leans closer, "Can I have it? Pretty please?"
Katherine gives a breathy laugh but nods, so Caroline begins dragging the lace down her thighs, slowly sinking to her knees and when she gets it to Katherine's ankles, she takes her right leg in hand first, under the pretence of lifting it out of the thong, looking up at Katherine she gives her a slow smile, "Thank-you." She says, before taking her left leg and removing the thong, but instead of releasing the limb, she drapes it over her shoulder, giving herself unfettered access to Katherine's pussy.
Slowly, she sticks out her tongue, the tip brushing against the folds and Katherine whimpers as Caroline stretches up her body so she can properly position the other woman over her mouth.
Katherine's arousal tastes sweet on her tongue as she swirls it from her clit down to her vagina and teasingly slides it into her pussy, flicking it quickly against her entrance in a move she knew brought women to quick climax. When she gets Katherine on the edge, she spreads her folds with two fingers, so she can suck on the clit.
Katherine comes with a curse and Caroline holds her hips to make sure she doesn't lose her balance,
"You good?" she asks, putting her left leg back on the floor and kneeling to rest her chin on her stomach, and Katherine strokes her fingers through her curls,
"Oh, I'm great." She replies.
Caroline takes off the maid costume, which somehow managed not to get stained during its first wear and changes back into her street clothes as Katherine lazily drapes the peignoir over her body, not bothering to tie it as she heads to the cash desk and begins noting the stock Caroline was taking with her.
"Thanks for that," Caroline said as she made her way over to the desk, running a hand through her hair as her sweat cooled on her body, "I really needed the distraction."
Katherine looked up from the computer with a knowing glance, "I could tell, and believe me, the pleasure was all mine."
She grabs a velvet tote bag from under the counter, "You don't need me to box these up for you? Do you?"
Caroline shakes her head, "It'll be fine."
Katherine walked her to the door, giving her a quick kiss on the lips as goodbye before closing and locking up behind her, Caroline had parked on the street so she took a moment to breathe in the cool night air, letting it wash over her heated body before heading over to her car.
She felt fluid and languid and realized it had been far too long since she'd had regular sex outside of work.
She'd have to fix that.
Nothing proved the existence of God so much as Caroline Forbes on all fours on his kitchen floor while he got to stare at her bare backside and wet pussy.
Of course, there was the unfortunate presence of the film crew but needs must.
Caroline is running a soaped-up sponge over the clean tiles and arching her back with every movement, while Klaus takes a sip of the apple juice masquerading as bourbon in his tumbler and sets it on the kitchen counter before slowly sinking to his knees behind her.
As per the script, Caroline paused and looked over her shoulder with a curious but lust-ridden gaze,
"Don't mind me, Ms Forbes." He said and with a demur, "Yes, Mr Morgan." She resumed cleaning.
As quietly as possible, he unbuckled his belt, letting it hang loose on the sides of his jeans as he slowly pulls down his zip and reaches into his jeans, drawing out his already erect penis and taking it in hand as he strokes it a few times.
The black chemise Caroline is wearing covers absolutely nothing, not that the grey piece she was wearing earlier was a symbol of chastity but he has full view of her folds between her thighs and reaches out with a finger, ghosting it over her skin and getting a touch of the arousal there.
"Are you looking for something, Mr Morgan?" Caroline asks, not bothering to turn around, still scrubbing that same spot and he can hear the smugness in her voice,
"I was, Ms Forbes," he replied, positioning his cock a hairs breadth from her entrance and waiting, "But I think I've found it."
He pushes right into her and she cries out, her mouth and eyes bugging out as she stops scrubbing, "Mr Morgan!" she shouts, as he begins thrusting in and out of her, rocking her entire body with his movements.
"Oh, don't let me interrupt love," he grunts as he puts his hands on her hips for leverage, "You've got a lot of work to do today."
Caroline squeezes the sponge, a sob wracking her body as he pistons in and out of her but, like the script calls for, she manages to drop it back in the bucket and take it out again to resume washing the floor. Klaus sees one of the crew signal to him and he runs a hand over Caroline's back, snapping open the clasp of her bra and pushing it down her shoulders so that it falls down to her wrists, exposing her breasts.
This scene takes fifteen minutes, with Caroline making the required sounds of arousal as he screws her and when he slips his hand down to her clit, rubbing the nub between his thumb and forefinger, she gasps and squeals, which makes him feel a little better when she fakes her climax seconds before he comes inside her.
He sits back on the floor and Caroline puts the sponge back in the bucket before turning on her hands and knees to face him,
"Mr Morgan," she pants, "Your cock is dirty, would you like me to clean it for you?"
He grins and reaches around to grip her head, drawing her mouth down to his penis,
"Thank-you, Ms Forbes."
She begins sucking him off as one of the cameras zooms in on her pussy, as his juices begin to slide out of it and another camera focuses on their faces.
"And…cut!" Luke calls and the two of them break apart with a sigh of relief.
"I'm gonna need a minute if I'm going to come again," Klaus announces, using the bench to pull himself to his feet and grabbing a glass from the drying rack to fill with water.
He drains it in one go and refills it for Caroline who gets to her feet more slowly, a hand on her lower back as she twists and turns, "You okay love?" he asks with concern and she smirks,
"Yeah, I just have no idea how actual cleaners manage this." She comments, sipping on the water.
"Hopefully not with the owner of the house buggering them from behind." He quips and she snickers.
"Alright," Luke leaned on the opposite side of the bench, "So, Caroline, you suck Nik off, he's going to hold your head in place as he comes but Nik, no gagging her and at some point, pull out her bun so that her hair comes out and goes over her shoulders. Any questions?"
The two of them shake their heads and a few of the crew members step outside for a smoke break as the two get themselves together for the next part of the scene.
Klaus' eyes keep straying to Caroline's breasts and she catches him, raising her eyebrows,
"Is there something there?" she jokes and he smirks, "No but I wish my hands were."
"Just your hands?" she laughs, "Clearly you have no imagination."
Suddenly, she pauses and he's worried he's crossed a line but she's calling over Luke,
"Hey, when we've done this scene, Nik should pull me up, strip me and carry me over to the couch, we can make out for a bit and then he can put his cock between my breasts."
Luke looks at his tablet and then at the couch in the living area, considering the idea, "We can film the two of you till you get to the couch and then break for the day," He decides, "We're pushing six hours already and honestly, I don't want to injure something."
It was considerate of Luke to have their best interest at heart, but when the camera cuts and Klaus has a naked Caroline on his couch, his unionized penis doesn't realize it's done for the day. So, he limps to his bathroom as the crew clears out with the speed only unpaid interns can manage and tries to mentally brace himself for the cold shower he's about to endure when the bathroom door opens,
"Hey, Nik," Caroline calls, her arm resting on the knob and she's still completely naked which isn't helping dissipate his erection at all. "Can I talk to you?"
He grimaces, "Can we talk while I shower?" he asks and she saunters into the room, fidgeting slightly as she juts out a hip, "Kind of what I wanted to talk about," she admits, "I was thinking that we could take care of that together?"
She raises her eyebrows, jerks her chin at his erection and his hopes for the immediate future shoot skyward, "I thought we were going the professional business partner route." he reminds her, wondering what was wrong with him that he was self-sabotaging but she only shrugs,
"I'm not proposing or asking you to go steady," she laughs, "But, at the end of a shoot, if we're in the mood…why not?"
Why not, indeed?
He can't think of a single reason why not.
"Mind sitting on the sink?" he asks, tilting his head to the marble counter in question and she shakes her head, walking over and boosting herself up with ease, she opens her legs as he approaches and he puts his hands on her thighs, rubbing them tenderly as he leans against her, kissing her jaw and burying his face in her neck as he guides himself inside her.
She gives a little wince and he figures she's probably sore, so he goes slowly, moving steadily and raising his head to give her tender kisses, his tongue sliding against hers.
"Feels a little weird to be doing this without a camera." he whispers as he reaches up for her breasts and she laughs, leaning back against the mirror and giving him a new angle to work with.
"I feel like I'm getting a freebie," She agrees and he grins, turning his mouth to her breasts to suck and bite on the nipples and suddenly she's shuddering in his arms and squealing as she climaxes.
"That was definitely a freebie." She sighs with a messy smile as he pulls out of her,
"Can I finish in your hand, love?" he asks and she nods, "Yeah, sure."
She has a move that involves a flick of her thumb and a certain twist in her wrist and he's grunting as he spills into his sink, sighing and dizzy with relief.
"You're welcome," Caroline crows as he washes his hands, "And I told you so."
He wants to point out that he never disagreed with her, just that he had needed her expressed willingness but wisely remains silent on the matter, inviting her to stay for dinner but she waves a hand.
"I have one last club promotion with Fallen Angels," she says, "Mind if I use your shower?"
She stays long enough to get ready and he eats cold left overs while he watches her pour herself into a tight red dress that he's not entirely sure didn't come from a lingerie store.
"Oh," she pauses in the act of applying eye liner, "Um…about this casual sex thing, you should know, I might also have something similar going on with Katherine."
Klaus made an expression of disgust, "You have terrible taste, love."
She rolls her eyes and waves a hand, "Yeah, yeah, deadly enemies, I get it, but will that be a problem?"
He shakes his head, "I have no right to tell you who else to go around with, long as you're safe and I'm safe, we're all consenting adults."
She grinned, "Great, but I'm guessing that's a 'no' on the three-way?"
He gave her a withering expression, "I'd sooner cut my cock off than stick it in that hellspawn."
The sound of her laughter echoes through his house for a little while after she's gone and he enjoys the sense of homeliness it brings.
For the first time in a while, his mind turns to art and he wishes he could paint the sensation that Caroline's Forbes happiness brought to those around her.
A/N- Yeah I did that.